Coming face to face with your Shadow side in the dark alley of the soul means you might not recognize yourself when you emerge. Sometimes I long for that transformation and sometimes I dread it. Who would I be if the outer layer of me that greets the world were shed like a snake wriggling free of its too-small, worn-out skin? What version of me is struggling to be born? The risk is great, the outcome uncertain, the prospect alluring.

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It's not on a map. There's no zip code, area code, dress code. There's a honky tonk just down the road, the moon is always full, maybe there's a pecan tree in the backyard and an old red truck in the driveway, the houses are faded aqua and neon pink, Frida Kahlo is the patron saint, and I'd live here full-time if I could...this is my ode to inspiration.

Founder and former Publisher of Skirt! Magazine. Writer, editor, blue Kentucky girl exiled in South Carolina, country mouse longing for a penthouse, sometime recluse, sometime party girl.

The things that inspire me to turn off tv and turn on imagination, to get off my couch and get creative, plus bits and pieces on keeping a journal, the writing craft, collagery, photography and assorted other arty alchemy.